This week, the New Yorker published a 10,000 word resumé spilling even more verbiage about Obrist’s curatorial style of vacuuming information and returning marathonic shows in an on-the-go 24-hour art viewing lifestyle.
When viewed on a cell phone this bird’s throat looks like a ball sack. I know this because I spent the last 15 minutes chuckling about it with the AFC staff after a friend texted me the image. Naturally, we love it.
Do you like EDM? Naked people? Queer-ish things? Digitally rendered, naked, queer-ish people dancing to EDM? Then watch “Xen” by Arca—with a video by Jesse Kanda—showing yet another iteration of the musician’s alter-ego “Xen.” This avatar’s pretty sexy, but there are others on Kanda‘s site that are rather grotesque. Happy ‘tubing!
Fuck you, workplace. Joseph Keckler joins the chorus of artists throughout the ages who think you should all go shroud yourselves in vinyl and return to the Goth of your youth. Emerge from the cubicle like the black swan that you are inside.
We’re glad to see that The Art Handlers Alliance of New York exists. The organization works to secure health benefits, fair wages, job protection for the thousands of handlers working in the city. Tuesday November 4th they will finalize their Bill of Rights at Momenta, which they are encouraging institutions to follow. Additionally, they’re talking about instituting all kinds of services; a legal workshop on the new sick day law, formalizing a job-referral network and hosting quarterly openings showcasing the work of members in the alliance.
Amy Poehler’s satire is spot on in her role as self-important art dealer. Playing the role of a blonde Edna Mode, this collection of outtakes for her Old Navy commercial has Poehler skewering the art world in less than 50 seconds.